How I seduced my father. At least I hope so, but then maybe I am. My parents got divorced when I was like thirteen and I lived mostly with my mom until I was out of high school. All that changed when I started college though. I wanted to go to school in the OC, near where my dad lived. This pissed my mom off royally because she wanted me to go to one of the schools closer to home. Dad helped me fix up a spare bedroom at his condo and after a few weeks everything was going great.
My dad and I were getting along really well and even mom got to the point where she admitted that she would rather have me stay with him than drive the eighty mile round trip that I would have otherwise been forced to make. It was about that time I started noticing little things my dad would do, touching my shoulder or back, or holding hugs just a little longer than maybe he should have. More than once I caught him looking at me out of the corner of his eye. It was the same kind of secret glances that the shyer guys at school would give me.
I know I should have been creeped out, but really I was flattered and maybe even a little turned on by the idea more than anything else. I mean my own dad thought I was sexy? How could I be mad about that?
He saw me for what I really was, a young woman who was just discovering her own sexuality. Not the way a little girl looks at her dad but in the same way I see other men.
I have to admit, for an older man, he really is good looking. Mom always said he never had a problem getting girls and the more I was around him, the more I understood why. He was forty one when I moved in and there was just a little hint of a silver highlight around his sideburns that gave him an air of experience that I really found attractive.
Despite his age, he was still in terrific shape. He has a way of smiling at me that makes me blush and his brown eyes are very expressive. The longer I was around him and the more comfortable I got, the more I started to flirt with him. For awhile though, it was all just goofing around. It did show off my legs nicely and I took more than one opportunity over those weeks to let it ride up and give him a glimpse of my upper thigh when I was curled up on the couch watching TV with him.
Most of my panties were of the t-back thong style, so I was sure that my buns were being shown off by the clingy material just as well as my boobs were. Mandy was 19, the same age as I was at the time and had been dating the same guy since high school.
She got pregnant at about the same time as I started living with my dad and plans for her wedding were being rushed so that she could walk down the aisle without showing her baby bulge. None of us had our own places yet and with eight girls at the party, a hotel room would have been too crowded. Image for Illustration purposes only. Anyway, the party was great. Riana had the dinner and desert catered and made sure the fridge was stocked with enough Coronas to keep everyone pleasantly buzzed.
For some of the girls, it was just sweat pants and light T-shirts with no bras, but some of us choose to be a little more daring and striped down to our panties.
I have to say, it created an atmosphere heavy with sexual innuendo, especially for those of us who were ready to admit our attraction to other girls. After dinner, the doorbell rang and when I answered, I was confronted by a very hunky looking policeman. He came in and started to scold us about the noise and the beer. As soon as he got close to Mandy, he ripped off his fake uniform and proceeded to strip down to his jockstrap right in front of her.
It was the classic male stripper routine and he had all of us screaming for him to take it all off before he was done. Riana and a couple of other girls took a bunch of pictures of us with a Polaroid instant camera during the performance and got several of me and some of the other girls as we flashed our boobs at him while he did his thing.
He was very nice and gave us all a kiss, but departed without so much as a blowjob from any of us. So after he left, the party slowed down and drifted into the kind of sexy girl talk that guys always wished they could listen in on.
As I said earlier, some of us were beginning to experiment with bisexuality and we talked openly about whether we had tried sex with other girls or had just thought about it. I fell into the latter group and I could tell that Riana was getting some ideas when I admitted it.
Not surprisingly, she had done it before and all but dared me to try it with her. The more she prodded me the more embarrassed I got and the more giggly the rest of the girls were getting.
I have to admit that the idea made me excited and after a few seconds of encouragement from the rest, I turned to give her the kiss she was so intent on getting. We came together and I felt her lips caressing mine until that little kiss became more and more passionate. When she opened her mouth to let her tongue tickle my lips, I met it with my own.
It was an amazing moment that left my heart fluttering and my body aching for more. By about two in the morning, most of the girls found places to get a few hours sleep. I mean, was I supposed to sleep on the couch or floor? There are some advantages to being the hostess after all. Well, about a half hour after the lights were out, I heard the door to my room open and the sounds of light footsteps in the room.
She has raven dark hair that contrasts beautifully with her fair completion. Her face is heavily freckled with delicate features and dark eyes that sparkle when she laughs. She was still wearing the dark sports bra and black lace panties that she had worn during the party, but standing there by the window, the moonlight gave her an unearthly appearance that was almost hypnotic to me.
Her abs were so tight and well formed that I could barely keep from staring openly at her. I sleep in the nude and that night was no different, so when she sat next to me on the bed, I pulled the covers up and held them over my boobs.
I started to ask why she was there, but when she touched my cheek any doubt I had dissolved completely. Besides they will find out sooner or later anyway, right? When she leaned over and kissed me I lost whatever composure I had left and melted into her arms. I felt the covers being pulled down to my waist and when her hand cupped my breast all I could do was hold it there with my own.
I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest as we kissed and her soft hand felt incredible as she played with my titties. As she climbed under the covers with me, she told me how happy she was that I was undressed. The whole thing had me really scared, but being afraid always seems to make me hot, so the more I felt it, the more willing I was to let her continue touching me.
We kissed like that that for what seemed like several minutes and during that time she never tried to touch my pussy at all. When I finally got up the courage to touch hers, she sat up and pulled her sports bra of, showing me her wonderful boobs.
She guided my mouth to one and held me gently to it as I took it into my mouth. I could hear her sharp intake of breath as I sucked on it and then she guided me to the other. I could hear her cooing at me quietly while she stroked my face and shoulders and then she laid me onto my back. I promise you are going to love this.
I knew where she was headed and I opened my thighs for her, letting her slim body move in between them. I had no idea what to say, but when I felt her soft lips glide over my pussy, I began trembling in anticipation.
She kissed and teased my pussy so gently that she had me arching up and rotating my hips towards the gentle flicking against my clit.
She seemed totally in tune with me and every time I felt a need for her to move or change how she was licking me, she responded wonderfully. I watched her in the moonlight as she sucked her finger into her mouth and then brought it downward toward my opening.
When she slid it into me and started curling it upwards, I almost jumped off of the bed, but then her mouth sealed itself on my clit and all I could do was thrash about, trying not to scream out loud. No one had ever found my G-spot before. She held me there, kissing and slowly licking my pussy while the O rolled through me.
Every time I thought it was easing, she managed to set me off again until she had my body shuddering on its own. By the time she stopped, my thighs were wet from my juice and my whole body was purring like a kitten.
She moved up next to me and pulled the covers over us as she took me into her arms. A little later, I had the chance to return the favor and I found that I loved the tastes and aromas of another women. We made love for a long while before we fell asleep together. In the morning, we got our share of giggles, smirks and such but Riana and I just smiled back.
Like she said, they were going to find out sooner or later anyway. The whole thing had made me so hot that I could barely control myself. I kept looking over the pictures we took and I rubbed my poor pussy until I came while thinking about her fantastic body. More to the point, I wanted him to see the picture of me flashing the camera. All kinds of thoughts went through my head that night. Did he like them? I even wondered if he was jacking off to pictures of me. I could hardly believe it, but at the same time I was sure that he did.
I guess I should have been afraid or even disgusted, but all I really felt was a creeping excitement that refused to go away. So, by Friday, I was so excited that my whole body was tingling and my head was swimming from the fear and excitement of what my desires were driving me to do. I was dying for my daddy to touch me, but I was totally frustrated by how to get him to do it. That night, when I would have put on the jersey I usually wore before bed, I instead chose a tight fitting spaghetti strap top that formed up against my boobs and caused my pert nipples to be easily visible through the thin fabric.
Grabbing my brush from the bathroom, I came out into the living room where Daddy was sitting in his recliner. As I came out of the hall, his eyes got kind of big and I watched happily as his gaze traveled up and down my body. I walked up close until my thighs were touching the chair and handed him my brush.